8/10/2015

Gunning for Trouble

Story Sent in by Jaime:

Several years ago, I was out on a first date with Mitchell. We sat in a restaurant's outdoor seating area that was right across the street from a city park. We talked about this and that. Before our meals came, he asked me if I liked guns.

"Not really," I replied.

"Have you ever fired one?" he asked.

"No."

He reached down to his pants and pulled out a handgun. "Go ahead," he said, right there in public.

"Go ahead what?"

"You can hold it if you want to. I trust you won't blow my head off."

"That's okay. You can take it back."

He asked, "Are you afraid of it? It's just a gun."

"Please put it away."

"Why? It's a hundred percent legal."

"I'll leave if you don't put it away."

He said, "You won't. You'll sit down and stay. I just ordered food for you and–"

I didn't hear what he said next, as I was already in the process of leaving. It was too bad, as I was really looking forward to dinner at that place.

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